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SNOWING IN BALI

'I'm gonna kill you, motherfucker,' Lee's Dutch investor screamed down the phone at Rafael, accusing him of a double-cross. 'You don't know who you're dealing with. You can't hide.'

'Pff, man, she busted,' Rafael retorted, unsure if it were true.

'You think I'm fucking stupid?' the investor ranted. 'I know you stole the coke, you did bullshit. I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna burn your eyes with cigarettes.'

Everybody becomes Al Pacino, Scarface. All the drug dealers, they have this. In the end we think they found it in the X-ray and she bust. It's a lottery.
- Rafael

Rafael was more desperate now. His wife was hassling him to hurry up, because she needed cash. Rafael was tired and cold in Europe's freezing winter and wanting to go home to Bali to see his kids, sit on the beach and surf. But when Lee offered him another game, he knew he had to stay and breathe life into his career.

He flew back to Brazil, met another horse, Otto Koester, loaded him with 1 kilo and sent him off. Otto made it, finally breaking Rafael's spell of bad luck. Rafael got $15,000 commission and reinvested it with Lee in another run. Otto was keen to run again too.

Back in Rio, Rafael loaded a backpack with 4 kilos of coke. As soon as it was ready, Rafael drove Otto to Rio's Galeão International Airport and risked going inside with him to buy a ticket to fly immediately. The flight was full, so they bought a ticket for the following day.

Everything was too crazy, in a hurry. I don't care anymore. I pushed to do it quickly, 'Let's do, let's do, fast, fast, let's go today, let's go to

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